As Ethan ate a spoonful of the lunch Sherah had prepared, he couldn’t help but recollect James’ comments.
~How do you think she would react? She loves you dearly, Ethan. All these years she thought you felt the same.~
The memory made it hard for him to swallow his meal. He soon realizes that in the near future, he won’t get to eat any of her food.
He almost choked when he recollected her weird behavior, and as he thought deeply he could no longer brush it off.
She always greets him with a kiss when she sees him, and before leaving, she even sits on his lap while reading documents on his table—earlier she did none of that.
He bit his lower lip, “Did she hear the conversation I had with James?” He contemplated and felt a sore spot in his chest. He shook his head, trying to remove the idea from his mind, “If she did. She’ll be mad for sure.”
Ethan knows that Sherah always speaks her mind when she’s happy or sad, especially when she's mad. During their five years of marriage, Sherah always tells him how she feels and shares her thoughts.
Slowly, guilt crawled onto his skin as he remembered calling her, “unwanted forgotten daughter.”
He is in deep thought when his phone starts ringing.
When he checked, it was Sherah. He cleared his throat and answered the call with a gentle voice, “Hey, darl—”
He hadn’t finished his words when he heard an unfamiliar male voice on the other line.
“Is this Sherah’s husband?” Eliot asks and then proceeds to provide details about what happened and where they were.
Ethan hurriedly drove to the hospital.
Meanwhile, in Australia…
Silas and Rebecca Hawke visited their daughter Sophia in her apartment in Perth.
The couple could see the veins in Sophia’s forehead bulge in rage when she received a phone call from New York.
Her expression was cold and menacing. “How hard is it to kill a bumpkin? You failed twice today.” She yelled through gritted teeth.
“The third time is the charm,” the guy says jokingly.
Angering Sophia even more, and without responding, she ended the call.
“Useless peasants. Waste of money,” she clamored as she threw a glass on the floor, shattering it instantly.
Silas walks to his daughter, coaxing her to calm her nerves. “Sophia, why in such a hurry? I’m sure Ethan is already planning to divorce her. Can’t you wait? I might still need Sherah.” He expressed his voice with a tinge of concern for himself.
“Wait!? Dad, I can’t wait. I should be the one married to Ethan, not her, and it's your fault for letting her waltz her way into Ethan’s life and seduce him.” She blames Sherah even though in reality she left because she thought Farwell Inc. would go bankrupt. She doesn’t want to go under with it.
Five years ago, Farwell Inc. almost collapsed to nothingness as the VP of Finance at that time was secretly embezzling a lot of money.
But after Ethan took over everything, Farwell Inc. thrived and now Sophia wants him back.
Presently…
Sophia kept sneering at her father, “You don’t need her. You’ve been clear of your illness for almost a decade now. No one needs Sherah.” She screamed spitefully.
Silas furrowed, “We can send her far away from us,” he reasoned.
Sophia scoffed while crossing her arms, “With the luxurious life Sherah experienced with Ethan, do you think she will let go easily? And with Rosalie Farwell at her side, Sherah wouldn’t only take Ethan’s money but the whole Farwell estate. People like her are like annoying grass. No matter how you try to remove them, they keep coming back,” she pointed out.
Rebecca nods in agreement while caressing Sophia’s hair, “Our daughter is right dear. Sherah did not sign any prenuptial agreement, which meant she could take half of Ethan’s wealth—wealth that belonged to Sophia and our family. She giggles as if murder is the norm.
“Killing Sherah would be mercy. We all know Ethan only took her in to spite our Sophia. It is best for everyone if she just dies. No more disgrace to our family and no more reminders of your infidelity.” She remarks tauntingly. “Have you forgotten how our family was shamed when she arrived? The only good thing about her is that her bone marrow matches yours. That's why we let her stay.”
“The humiliation of having such a person…” Sophia uttered in disgust.
Silas could only stay silent as his wife and daughter planned his eldest daughter’s death.
“All this planning is making me hungry,” Rebecca says while staring at her reflection in the mirror.
“How about we go to the Restaurant in the Sky?” Sophia suggested. “I know someone who works there and can easily reserve us a seat,” she said proudly as she dialed a number on her phone.
CONCURRENTLY…
In New York.
Ethan hastily looks for Sherah’s room.
Eliot, who was sitting in the corridor, noticed him and immediately got up from his seat. “Are you Sherah's husband?” he asked politely.
Ethan nods, “Are you the person that called me?” He asks nicely.
“Yes,” he paused and contemplated for a second if he should tell the husband about the supermarket incident, but before he could complete his thoughts.
Their conversation was soon interrupted when Ethan’s phone rang and he saw it was Sophia.
He moved a few steps away from Eliot and answered the call. On the other line, he heard Sophia’s frantic voice.
“Ethan, I need your help… I had a terrible accident, and I need you here," she says, her voice laced with fear.
The hospital corridor was so quiet that even with the distance between them Eliot heard Ethan’s conversation.
Eliot frowns and feels sick to his stomach listening to Ethan’s soft coaxing voice. He soon understood what Sherah meant before passing out, ~I just found something devastating…~
“Her husband is cheating…” He mumbled under his breath.
Ethan continued to speak softly over the phone, “Don't cry. I’ll go there as soon as I can,” he uttered sweetly. “You know I’ll do anything for you. I’ll leave New York as fast as I can, okay?” He assured sweetly.
When the call ended, Ethan entered Sherah’s room, but she was still asleep.
Her face was pale, and her lips were chapped.
On the other hand, Eliot stayed nearby and remained observant of what would happen next. He had only known Sherah for a few hours, but he felt obligated to keep her safe.
He watched how Ethan checked on Sherah with concern in his eyes, but the moment his phone buzzed, his attention was completely diverted.
~A message from Sophia.~
Soon, Ethan motioned for Eliot to enter. “I haven’t properly introduced myself to you… I’m Ethan.”
“Eliot…” he uttered politely, then shook his hand.
“Are you leaving soon?” Ethan asked curiously.
Eliot finds his question a bit aggressive as if he was telling him to fuck off, “I could leave if you need privacy.” He suggested and was about to leave.
Ethan smiled, showing his pearly white teeth, “Don’t get me wrong. You can stay if you want, but I need to leave. I'll call someone to take care of her. I hope you can stay till the maid arrives so she won't be alone when she wakes up,” he said while typing on his phone.
Eliot clenched his fist, “Is he for real? He’s planning to leave her alone?” he said to himself in astonishment.
He hid his shock with a grin: “Sure no problem. I actually work here. I’m a resident doctor.” He explains with a tinge of annoyance how outrageous Ethan was acting.
Ethan’s eyes widened as an idea entered his mind.
He stares at Eliot from head to foot and Eliot finds it odd.
“He doesn’t look bad and he is a doctor. If I play my cards correctly, I can use him to entertain Sherah to make sure she won’t cause any problems when we separate and eventually get divorced,” Ethan says to himself while deleting the message he had just typed. Making sure that Sherah would be left alone with Eliot.
He turned around, and without looking back he said, “I have an important event to attend. Take good care of her,” he demanded.
Eliot’s jaw almost dropped to the floor, “The audacity of this man.” He yelled internally as his left eye started twitching in irritation.
Abruptly, another call came in and Ethan answered hurriedly, “I’m already on my way to the airport. I’ve booked the earliest flight to Australia. You know there's nothing more important than you. See you in 24 hours.” He said with an assuring voice, forgetting that Eliot could hear him clearly.
Soon the call ended.
His hand was already on the door handle when he heard Eliot mumble something.
“I hope the other woman is worth it,” Eliot hushed incoherently.
Ethan glanced at him, “Did you say something?” He asked eagerly.
Eliot shook his head.
The moment Ethan left the room, Eliot noticed Sherah’s irregular breathing and when he got close to her, he saw that she was awake and she heard everything.
Her face was sullen, pain inscribed on her eyes, and she was trying her best to muffle her tears.
Without saying any words, he hugged her tightly.
Her eyes dilated in surprise. She appreciates his warmth and presence.
She hugged him back and cried harder in his arms.
After hours of being monitored for any concussion, Sherah was released from the hospital.At the same time, Ethan had just arrived in Australia. Sherah wanted to call her husband to tell him she was released, but she knew she would only be a nuisance to him. She can’t help but feel the harsh reality of overstaying her welcome.With that, she swallowed the gnawing feeling in her chest, signed her release forms, and processed everything on her own. She felt the weight of Ethan’s betrayal, but she couldn’t do anything but shove everything into the depths of her mind and wait it out.Mindlessly, she entered the elevator and soon encountered Eliot on his way to check on her.Eliot’s eyes lit up upon seeing her, but it was soon changed to concern when he saw the sadness in her eyes. He cleared his throat and plastered a friendly smile, “Good god, I got hold of you.” He uttered it politely.She gasped in surprise. Her hand shook slightly, “Why? Is there something wrong?” She asks casually
Ethan’s words rang harshly in Sherah’s ears, “I don’t think our marriage is working well, Sherah,” Ethan muttered in a low voice. Despite that, she felt a heavy punch in her stomach.She gasped, she was aware it would happen, but it still hurt so badly that she felt his words slap her hard.Before she could react, a maid announced Rosalie Farwell— Ethan’s grandmother’s arrival at the mansion.Hearing that and the situation they were in, Ethan hurriedly got up and held Sherah by the arm tightly, and she winced in pain.He then whispered in her ear, “Don’t tell grandma.” His voice was cold, distant, and threatening, far from the husband she had known for five years.It was the first time he held her with such force and spoke to her in such a tone.For the first time, she was frightened to stand near him, and there was a voice inside her head repeating Eliot’s words. ~Someone might want you dead.~She felt a cold bucket of water thrown at her. She glances at him in suspicion and nods unh
Ethan stared blankly at the door. Everything felt surreal, and he didn’t anticipate that the repercussions of his decisions would be this fast.He sighed deeply, and his gaze moved from the door to the stairs.Soon, he reluctantly made his way to the master’s bedroom.Inside, he saw Sherah seated in front of the vanity mirror, brushing her long black hair.She stared directly at his eyes and extended her arm as if reaching for him. He glanced at her with longing, thinking she was concerned about the cut on his face he got from his grandma.He walks to her to hold her hand, but she avoids his touch. “Where are the documents?” She asks casually. He gasped in surprise, “Documents?” he repeated.She nods. “The divorce papers…” Startled, he was taken aback. “Divorce papers!?” He mumbled with a hitch of breath. He was caught off guard that she'd open up the conversation as if it was nothing. She nodded. “You said our marriage is not working…” She muttered, acting strongly as if it didn
In the bar…James and Allan were already seated and drinking in one of the booths when Ethan arrived. When they saw their friend, he looked exhausted, frustrated, and in despair. Shortly after, he starts telling them what had happened. “Aren’t you supposed to be happy? Your wife set you free easily. Just like what you wanted, but your face looks like someone has died,” James says mockingly. "Do you want her to be hysterical? Bawls her eyes out. Kneel in front of you and beg? Cry herself to sleep."“Of course not… but…” he sighs as he clasps his chest, and using his other hand, he picks up his beer. “I felt so lost, and there’s a part of me that doesn’t want her to go—”James scoffed, “What do you mean? Take the sisters for yourself?” Ethan lifted his head. “No! That would be unfair to Sophia,” he chuckles awkwardly. “I guess I just got used to Sherah being around me every time.”Allan and James stared at each other in bewilderment. “You mean unfair to Sherah, right?” Allan questio
After their steamy encounter, Ethan can’t help but stare at the bitemark Sherah left on his skin.He winces in pain as he touches his crimson throbbing flesh, but instead of annoyance or anger, he feels satisfied with her reactions.Every moan, movement, and action she makes boosts his ego as he feels how much she loves him, even after learning she is nothing but a mere stand-in. Meanwhile, Sherah sat on the toilet seat and began cleaning herself using the bidet, trying her best to remove his release from her.Ethan frowned.In his drunken, stressed state, he found it disrespectful, and his mood turned 180 on her.He got mad, and something snapped in his mind, “Do you feel disgusted with my cum inside you? It's because of that doctor, isn't it?” Sherah gasped, “What are you talking about?” She asked in annoyance. “Do you like him? Have you slept with him?” He questioned accusingly.“I haven't seen him in days. If I start dating him, isn't that what you want? You literally left me wi
In Perth, AustraliaRebecca scoffed while staring at herself in the mirror, intently examining every fine line on her face with disgust. “I told you, you shouldn’t have let Ethan return home to that pathetic excuse of a woman.”Silas glanced at his wife and then smirked as he continued reading the newspaper. “He is a businessman, Dear. He needs to take care of business for Sophia’s future.” He explains.Rebecca sneered, “I just want him to be here, so Sophia can ask him to accompany us to the spa and get these awful wrinkles treated for free. These horrendous things I got from the anxiety of that acci—”Sophia slammed her fist on the table.Startling both her parents in the process.Instead of apologizing, she crossed her arms, “Let’s not talk about the incident. Ethan already took care of it, and we should forget about it, Mom. What’s important is to make sure Ethan will board the plane today,” she exclaimed with an eerie grin on her lips.BACK in Farwell mansion…~If I asked you to s
It's 7 in the evening, and Ethan is waiting for his driver in the office to pick him up.This time, he was waiting alone. Not even a call from Sherah to check where he was or ask if he had eaten.Her silence and lack of concern annoyed him.He took his phone out and sent her a message, ~Waiting for the driver.~He stared at his phone, waiting patiently for her reply, but none came. He felt stupefied as Sherah always replied to his messages swiftly. He grew impatient. After waiting several minutes, he dialed her number. It rang, but she didn’t answer.Sherah, at that time, was busy putting all her clothes and belongings inside the boxes and didn’t notice her phone buzzing relentlessly.Meanwhile, Ethan felt disrespected and seemed to be at his wit's end, “What’s stopping her from answering my calls?” He said to himself as he tightened the grip on his phone.Then, a horrendous idea entered his mind. “Is she with Eliot? That’s why it's okay with her for me to leave?” He uttered in disdai
More than five years ago…Ethan invited his childhood sweetheart, Sophia, for an intimate dinner date. At first, everything was going well. They talked, laughed, and held each other's hands with eyes fixed on each other.The time couldn't be more perfect to ask her to be his girlfriend. Suddenly, she excused herself to go to the restroom but never returned.No explanation. No text message that she left. Ethan was left in the restaurant for hours like a fool. He tried calling her, but her phone was switched off.He drove to the Hawke Residence. His heart was on his sleeve, ready to give Sophia everything he could, but he was greeted by Silas and Rebecca's cluelessness about their daughter's whereabouts.From that day on, Ethan never stopped looking for her.He drove around the city, searching for the love of his life, but she was nowhere to be found. The reason for her sudden disappearance remained a mystery.From love and guilt to hatred, he had been trapped in a whirlwind of emotions
As the rain mellowed, the guests, one by one, left the villa.Grandma, exhausted from everything, talked to James and Allan to continue entertaining the guests who were still in the villa while she rested upstairs. The two men gladly agreed.Before Grandma left the living room, Eliot and Harlene stood up and spoke to bid her goodbye and once again give their condolences.Madam Farwell smiled at them. "Aren't you Anders Carlisle's son?" She asked curiously. Eliot nods. “And this is my fiancée, Harlene Campbell. We are Sherah's friends."“Really?” Madam Farwell expressed in disbelief, then smiled faintly, “I’m glad you could come. I never thought this day would come that Ethan would let a Carlisle inside his home.” She mumbled with exhaustion in her voice. Eliot bowed his head while Harlene gave a faint smile as they headed to the door when suddenly Dahlia ran towards them and handed Eliot a small paper bag. “The young master said this belongs to you.”He opened it and saw the gloves S
The Farwell Villa living room was hushed, steeped in mourning. It began to rain as if the world was in sync with Ethan’s sorrow. Simple drizzle became something stronger as if the gods were in a rage. The wild wind howled forcefully, pushing the windows and doors to open. The servants hurriedly check every door and window in the villa, ensuring that the rainwater won’t damage anything. The wind kept whistling, almost drowning the mourner's sobs and small talks about how they met the deceased. Amid everything, Ethan remained seated near the urn. His face expressed grief, and the dark circles in his eyes showed that sleep had eluded him. Aside from that, there was something dangerous in his eyes—something that only a man who had lost everything could understand—a taste for blood. The urge to hunt down the people who did it. As Ethan’s thoughts flew somewhere else.Farwell Group employees, stakeholders, and investors arrived to give their condolences. Despite that, none of them wan
Somewhere in Canada…Nathan sat comfortably on the chair near the bedside, book in hand, and seemed bored out of his mind. His mother specifically ordered him to watch over Sherah and never leave her side. “And they live happily ever after…” he expressed in an unimpressed tone as he read the ending of Cinderella out loud and then closed the book forcefully.Aside from his voice and the buzzing and occasional beeping sound of the machine, everything is silent, and it's driving him insane. He bit his lower lip, “Might as well put me inside a mental ward.” He mumbled as he glanced around the sterile white room.He inched close to Sherah, who was in a coma. “Hey!” he whispered in her ear. “You already woke up days ago. Why did you sleep again?” he asks playfully. Beneath the thick bandages, he noticed her eyelashes fluttering. He smiled, “They say coma patients can hear.” He stated as he held her cold hand. “Let me tell you something… You need to wake up as soon as possible because if
Days passed, and as Sophia expected, Sebastian dodged the police.Sophia smiled from ear to ear while staring at her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the luxury boutique fitting area. “He didn’t even try to clear his name and accuse me of orchestrating everything,” she mumbled under her breath with a glimmer of satisfaction and pride while she happily tried on different expensive clothes.She was planning to purchase the most daring colorful dress she could find. Without a care in the world that her actions are inappropriate—but why would she care if she was the person who planned it? Now that the biggest obstacle is gone, she is scheming to win Ethan back, and she is going all out. As she got out of the fitting room, she tossed the clothes to the sales clerk stationed in the lounge.“I hate everything. The designs look outdated.” She snarled.The sales clerk nodded and hastily left to get a new set of wardrobes Sophia could try.While waiting, she sat in the lounge area
Dahlia hurriedly returned to the living room. “Sir, Sebastian’s not in his room,” she announced.“He is not in the kitchen,” Johanna chimed in.Jon, who was breathing heavily, blurted out, “He is not in the garden either.” Ethan’s face contorted in rage, and he ran to Sebastian's room.Allan and James trailing behind him. Ethan rummages through the cabinets; most of his things are still inside, but his documents are gone.“He ran off. God knows where! ” Ethan clamored.James took out his phone. “I’m going to notify the police about this and make sure they’ll put out a BOLO for Sebastian,” he muttered in urgency. “Not good enough,” Ethan mumbled, then gestured to Allan, “You have connections with different news outlets. Put it on the news, and put a 1 million reward on whoever could find him.” He demanded.Allan nodded, and he too began dialing different numbers on his phone. Then Ethan decided to call Brooke for additional help. It's a hard reality to swallow, but he needs to get h
The moment Detective Danville stepped foot in the Newark Police Department, Detective Scott hurriedly ushered her to the break room. She didn’t even have the time to sit or utter any pleasantries when Detective Scott asked. “What do you mean you don’t trust the Hawke family? ” His voice was too low as if he was telling a secret.She watched how he glanced around as if afraid that someone might overhear them.She finds it weird but brushes it off, “I mean they… The victim's stepmother, Rebecca, and the half-sister, Sophia… Their reactions seemed rehearsed.”Her statement caught his attention. He sat on the chair and then propped his hands on the table while gesturing to her to sit beside him. “Rehearsed, how? ”She breathes deeply as she recollects the weird conversation she had with them. “Too much whining and wailing far too few tears, and if there were, they look forced… And the father of the victim.” She pouted her lips. “He seemed genuinely distraught but… detached. It’s weird… T
James drove the devastated Ethan back to Farwell Villa.“She’s… She’s pregnant… We’re about to have our child.” Ethan muttered. His voice was breaking and filled with grief. James remained silent and focused on driving. This was not because of his lack of sympathy but because of uncertainty. He had no idea what to say, as there was nothing he could say to make his friend feel better.“I should have listened to you and Allan. If…” He swallowed deeply and words seemed to elude him. “... If only… I stayed with her and stopped being stupid. We should be welcoming our first child.” He covered his mouth with his trembling, cold, sweating hands when he realized their last conversation, *Let's talk again tomorrow... There’s something I want to tell you too.*“She’s planning to tell me we're having a child,” he mumbled.“What did you say?” James asked curiously.“We spoke the night before she went missing. I told her I wanted her in my life and that I didn’t want a divorce. She told me there’s
In Newark Police Department.Detective Scott ushered Ethan inside the interrogation room. The detective left him alone as another set of new evidence was sent to him by the crime lab.Meanwhile, Ethan quietly sat in a metal chair in front of a wooden table in a dimly lit room. The two-way mirror on his left side. The situation brought back memories of when he let Sherah spend the night in NYPD–the difference he’s on the other side and Sherah is not watching him through the two-way mirror. But he actually wishes she had been there laughing at him with her over-the-top cackles. The sound of footsteps shattered his thoughts.Shortly, Detective Amadeus Scott pushed open the door, breaking the eerie silence in the room. He needed to interrogate Ethan before his lawyer arrived, and with the evidence with him, he knew he could break the cold, aloof CEO of New York.“Apologies for the wait, Mr. Farwell. The DNA results of the victim just arrived at my desk," he says as he walks towards the
The sound of a phone notification resonates in the quiet sterile of the hospital's private ward. *$150k received from an unknown sender.* Transaction message: “May we never meet again.”The mystery woman sneered at the message, “For $150k those scums of the Earth violated her.” She muttered as she turned off the phone and handed it to her son.“Should we go to the police, Mother?” he asks, placing the phone in his pocket.The woman laughs, “Police? For what? Our retribution does not involve the use of the law.” She stops walking and turns to him, “You must remember, Nathan, violence is short-lived. Pain fades away, bruises heal, and the law will take time. Time in prison is too nice for a payback. Revenge should be permanent, and for that, we need patience.” Nathan lowered his head, “How sure are you she’ll survive? And by some miracle that she does, how certain are you she’ll help us against our common enemies?” he asked.“Because they broke her… There’s nothing else keeping her al